Northeast: My Absurd Woman

Chapter 222 Too Much Dog Shit Soup

Yang Deming immediately became sour and grabbed a broom from the kang (a heated brick bed) and threw it on the ground.

"Deming, that's not what I meant. I'm just worried that the stable will bring misfortune to our Dunzi."

This child has always been physically weak; if anything were to happen to him...

Wang Fengxian's voice was pitifully soft; she dared not disobey Yang Deming.

Ever since Yang Deming found out that Wang Fengxian had tricked him and his daughter.

They almost broke her neck, if she hadn't promised to spend the rest of her life paying for it.

She's old and frail; how could she possibly live to see her silly daughter get married?

"Anyone who can kill our silly son must be even more blessed than our silly son."

Don't look at this child, she's not very clever, no one is as good as her.

She has no worries about food or drink, doesn't have to do any work, and is always given the best food. Who in the world could be so lucky?

Even the emperors of the past wouldn't dare say they could live such a life.

Yang Deming pulled Sha Dunzi over and patted her chubby face.

The simpleton shook his head, his cheeks trembling as he chuckled foolishly, "Heh, heh, heh."

"Deming, I've served Dunzi for so many years, and I can't bear to see her get married."

This child has never left my side in her entire life. Can she manage without me?

Wang Fengxian grabbed the white polyester hat off and covered her face, bursting into tears.

Can you live for eight hundred years? What will happen to the idiot after you die?

Go beg for food on the street, or climb into the river to catch fish like my Wu Ni.

Zhao Xiulan's son isn't bald or blind, and he married our silly son through proper channels. Why are you picking a fight with him?

If the birth charts are compatible, that's fine, but what if they're not? Should I not get married?

Keep her at home? So that when we die, we can take her with us?

"They've already ruined my Wuni and they still haven't learned their lesson. They're always up to no good and now they want to harm their own daughter."

Yang Deming was annoyed that Wang Fengxian was clueless and was giving her the cold shoulder.

"Besides, Wu Ni's house is just across the street from hers, would she really ignore Sha Dunzi?"

Young people tend to have longer lifespans and can take care of each other for a longer time.

What are you, with your eyes practically buried in dirt, worrying about? The pigs are squealing; go feed them.

Yang Deshan grabbed Wang Fengxian by the arm and told her to hurry up and feed the pigs.

"It's true that overprotective mothers spoil their children; she doesn't know what's truly good for her child."

A child can't grow up if you protect him too much; the more you protect him, the more distorted he becomes, and the more likely he is to be ruined.

You have to push her out into the world to experience things and learn how to survive through them.

Only then can she avoid being bullied after your death and find food on her own.

Zhang Changyao stroked Sha Dunzi's round head with his buzz cut and shared his feelings.

He understood that Wang Fengxian was just like his father had been to him, not letting him do anything or learn anything.

I'll tell you my son isn't the type to do manual labor; he's meant to hold a pen and make big money.

In the end, I lost even the most basic survival skills, such as cooking, gathering firewood, cleaning the house, and washing clothes.

If I hadn't married Wu Ni, I would have died of poverty and starvation after my father died.

The group returned to Yang Deming's small house, before they could even exchange a word.

Then they heard Wu Fengxia run out of the house, jumping up and down, slapping her thighs and crying, "Help! Something terrible has happened!"

Zhang Changyao pushed open the door and ran out, "Sister-in-law, what's wrong?"

"Changyao, come inside and take a look. Xiao Suo is rolling his eyes."

When Wu Fengxia saw Zhang Changyao come out, she grabbed his hand and ran into her house.

Xiao Suo's eyelids were rolled back, and you could hardly see the pupils of her eyes. She lay stiffly on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed).

"Sister-in-law, I'll go get Dad. Let's take the child to the clinic quickly!"

Zhang Changyao took a look, not knowing what was wrong, so he quickly ran out to find Yang Deming.

Upon hearing this, Yang Deming hurriedly followed Zhang Changyao to the main house.

After entering the room, Yang Deming pried open Xiao Suo's eyelids, let out a long sigh, and said, "It's alright."

"Dad, what's wrong? If we don't take the child to the clinic, we might not be able to save him?"

You know this child's health better than anyone else; you raised him with rice from hundreds of families.

We can't be stingy with money and risk our child's life.

Seeing that Xiao Suo showed no signs of improvement, Wu Fengxia became anxious and went to ask Yang Deming for help.

"Fengxia, it's alright. The child ate a potato with sprouts on it."

Go and bring a basin of warm water, sprinkle some salt in it, and pour it into his mouth until he vomits.

"For this kind of illness, we can't go to the local clinic. What if the doctor hasn't seen a patient who ate potatoes with sprouts before? It would delay the child's treatment."

Yang Deming nudged Wu Fengxia, telling her to do as he said.

"Dad, how do you know it was potatoes with sprouts? Don't get it wrong."

Wu Fengxia didn't move, looking at Zhang Changyao, waiting for him to speak.

"Sister-in-law, why don't you wake up those two children and ask them?" Zhang Changyao reminded Wu Fengxia.

"Chen, Ming'er, wake up! Look what's wrong with your brother!"

Xiao Chen rubbed his eyes, glanced reluctantly at Xiao Suo, and muttered, "Serves him right!"

"Slap!" Wu Fengxia slapped Xiao Chen on the temple.

"Mom, why did you hit me? Brother, you deserved it, you deserved it!"

Xiao Chen tucked his head back under the covers, refusing to come out no matter how much Wu Fengxia pulled him.

"Ming, get up and tell your mother why your older brother deserved it."

This time, Wu Fengxia was smarter and coaxed Xiaoming to open his eyes and look at him, who was too afraid to speak.

"Mom, my older brother cooked potatoes last night and didn't give us a single one."

"I ate it all myself, but when Xiao Chen asked for some, he kicked him." Xiao Ming said timidly, his eyes full of grievance.

"Sister-in-law, it really is potato sprout poisoning. We were right, just like Dad said."

"The doctors at the health center might not have as much experience in this kind of thing as Dad."

Zhang Changyao carried the thermos flask from the floor and waited for Wu Fengxia to make her decision.

"There's nothing that these kids, who are like Zhang San, can't get to eat."

"I just took them out of the potato cellar yesterday, and haven't even removed the sprouts yet. I'll give them to you tonight."

Wu Fengxia angrily went to the water vat to rinse her mouth, cursing under her breath.

Zhang Changyao held Xiao Suo and made him sit up straight, while Wu Fengxia poured water into his mouth one ladle at a time.

They kept pouring the liquid on Xiao Suo until he vomited, and only then did the two of them stop.

"Sir, my stomach hurts."

Xiao Suo opened her eyes, saw Yang Deming, and buried her face in his arms.

"Father, is the child alright?"

After cleaning up the mess Xiao Suo had vomited on the ground, Wu Fengxia rubbed his back and asked.

"It's alright now. This child has always been greedy and possessive of his food, just like your uncle was when he was a child."

Your uncle had this happen once when he was a little younger than him.

Your grandpa and I went up the mountain to chase rabbits and cats, and when we came back, we saw him looking just like Xiao Suo.

Having no experience, we went to a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, who was even more ruthless, making us drink dog excrement soup.

Your grandpa told me to go to the doghouse and pick up the fresh dog poop, then put it in the washbasin and mix it with water.

Then hold your uncle down, pry open his mouth, and force-feed him.

Haven't you noticed that your uncle still doesn't eat a single potato?

"That's because he drank too much dog poop soup, and he even started avoiding potatoes as a result." Yang Deming recalled, his eyes filled with tears as he laughed.

"Dad, why does Xiao Suo need to eat at everyone's homes? Is there some reason behind it?"